The Forrest City times., 1887-10-22
CHAPTER XLV.
HOLLOWAY PRISON.

"AD unusual type of character amongst us." said the matron to the l chaplain. They were speaking of one
 only known to the world now as No. fl. "Very unusual. If ever lady lived, she is one"
 "Ladies very o.ten make the same
 kind of mistake that she has made, but
 not to such grave extent"
 "I haze been matrol here more than | ten years, and l have had no one under
 my charge ike her. She has the man.
 ner of a perfectly weil-bred gentle
 woman, the face of an angel, and, l
 may say, the goodness of a saint"
 You seem to like No. 4i?" said the | chaplain to the matron.
 Il do, sir; it would be impossible for | any one to help 1t who has much to do | with her. She came here last Septem- Der, and this IS June; we have never had even the least fault to find with
 her. 1 have curious idea about her: do not believe that if the prison doors
 were opened sine would care to go out"
 That is curious idea, laug he'd the chaplain.
 "lt is true, sir. Women can re ad
 women; I have had such long practice, and 1 have read so many bad ones. Unless l am more mistaken that have ever been before, taere is great
 mystery in her life. She is so sweet and | so patient, she never complains, never | repines; if any one speaks rudely to her | she never resents it; if she has anything to do with the other prisoners she is
 80 kind, so patient, so gentle that they perfectly idolize her."
 "They are not given to that kind of thing as a rule, said the chaplain. II thought that they invariably disliked any one superior 10 themselves"
 They do not dislike her." said the
 matron; liar rom it. It seems difficult
 to believe that delicate lady is thief"
 Ut is ten thousand pitties," said the chaplain; ''the canker always selzes
 the fairess flower"
 ''She is good woman," said the
 matron. ''l can not tell you how often
 when l go to call her l ind her on the, knees. and when she rises, she has nor
 the face of a guilty sinner asking for
 mercy but rather of one who has gained
 the mastery; it is the face of saint, | not a sinner"
 Tho chaplain smiled. He had just | the same thoughts himself, but never cared to express them.
 Il should imagine" he said, that | you see her with rose-colored glasses" No, it is all true" said the matron ''there is no sham about it. The rule enforees strict silence, as you know, in | the cells; tho other day l had to see her about some work she was doing, | and 1 went to her cell 1 heard her | singing, quite under her breath, the
 most beautiful words" | hat hay ha la l lain.
 "l am not quite sure if remem Der them," answered the matron. "It was something like this:
 70 Paraissl o Paradise. feel 'twil not be long Patiencel almost think hear sweet Fragments of thy song."
 "They are beautiful words,n said the | ch apiain, gently.
 "She told me, '" continued the ID matron, that her mother died singing it, and | there vera tears in her eyes; they seemed different to any tears 1 had
 ever seen before. l know" she contin-
 ued, you will think l am enthusiastic | about her but she Is such h perfect con-
 trast to any one 1 have met with here, | She speaks to me so kindly, so grateful | ly for everything. Sometimes, for \ day or two at time she can not touch
 the prison fare, but she never com | plains of it. 1t is very nice she will
 say, but am not hungry today" Poor soul!" said the chaplain. com | passionately. Ut seems hard; but then we can not have two laws one for the
 rich and one for the poor. There could
 not be separate legislation for lady
 thieves" and then, with few kindly
 words, the chaplain said "Good-morn I ing" = It was not often that the practical,
 sensible matron was so deeply interes-
 ted in Q prisoner; it was the wonder | fully pathetic beauty ofthe prisoners face that had at first attracted her lTO RE CONTINUFD